"extremely haunted"
peroxide. 21. nyc.
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even though i’m more than content with my new life, something deep down still bites at me to change it. You’ve got too much going on, all at once. Maybe you should drop it all, move to a little town, be small and still for once. i tell it to be quiet because everything is wonderful. this is the first winter where i haven’t been so sad. i can really say that. because isn’t that something? for as lo... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
wake up and the air is clean. breathe. listen and the air is quiet. breathe. it is cool but not cold, warm but not hot. feel. it’s all so soft. smells fresh because you want it to. clothes, soft. fresh. warm. cool. fresh. breathe. oranges, lemons, cinnamon sticks. laying down in the bathtub. clean. breathe. paper towels don’t run out. i fall asleep; just like that. the food is there. it’s always t... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
tomorrow we are getting snowed in; i am a byproduct of everyone i’ve ever known. and i am listening all the time. but there is never perfectness. ever. in the backseat of the car, in the basement, it’s all going wrong. i love life and it still nips at me. why? » Continue Reading
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on the walk home, my own mortality gripped me. getting older is not a small feat. i spent the night embracing it only to be wracked with nerves in the last hour. everything was out to get me - the cars, the streets, the sky. people with their groceries walking by. dogs and bikes and road signs and crosswalks. i stumbled into them all. the shadowy figures in the park, the hospitals. it was all too ... » Continue Reading
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(i think) i am your favorite state of emergency. it doesn’t always have to end in tragedy. i’m always thinking about the next crash (or not). » Continue Reading
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woke up today to the type of scene where angels are born and fairies leave their marks. snow piled on cars and trees and everything else touched in its wake. new piercings. crash. drink. crash. more. crash. hands. crash. hair. crash. sinks. crash. closets. crash. pass out. crash. wake up. crash. pass out. crash. me and you setting in the honeymoon. me and you crashing in the bathroom closet floor ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
when will the tightness in my chest give out and when will the desire be fulfilled and when does overindulgence last until. and when does suburbia come back to me in a way i like. and when does the dryness in the air go away. when do i stop playing the game and just give in. and when am i alone if ever. and a happy new year… » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
who are your new friends? where did they come from? who are my new friends? you noticed my new friends? are you getting your big break? are you jealous of me yet? can i get jealous of you too? do you still think about me? do you think of our memories? do you walk on the sidewalk? will i see you on tv? can i go to your old street? can i go to my old house? will i die in a car crash? or a bus » Continue Reading
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caught a sunset on its last limbs. we’re all scrambling to see them. like catching a firefly or seeing a shooting star. and i like the sound of my footsteps against the ground. for a second i’m back where i started, and i like it. my reflection says hello from the bus window. i guess some small part of me was right; the bus never ended. maybe neither did the waiting. but at least it’s gotten bette... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
ugh. food poisoning. or, something that makes you puke (voluntarily). i can only describe it as similar to… not that i would know. anyway, i keep getting not invited to things, which would be fine because i’m busy anyway, but just like, at least tell me so i can say no. i keep realizing i’m just an amalgamation of everybody stitched together. i’m not just you but you and you too. just different bi... » Continue Reading
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the light from the email tab hurts my eyes, it's been open too long i ask why i am up at this hour, and the answer is 'thinking' how everything i do has let up to this moment and, i don't want to scare you just as much as i want to be in the back seat of your car or at the holiday market or just passing but still there the tarot cards told me not to worry anymore, so i don't and i still think abou... » Continue Reading
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